I have been up here at Mt.
It feels like the dead of winter.
Lapping cliffs instead of jumps and logs instead of rails.
Witt Foster has made it out here this week for some of the snow that just keeps coming down.
I also traded my Varsity coat with a kid named Nick for the Boston Lobster.
I like cream cicles.
Top of the Palmer snow field.
Rare to have this open this time of year.
